Peak

A pigeon and a sparrow
Sit on the peak of the roof
Nodding and waiting
For me to glance
Out my window
Just to show
The space these two
Share.

New Skin

The big bang did not happen
It is still happening.
The cosmos expand
Between our fingers.
It is not a phenomenon
Relegated to the depths of space,
But one that occurs in perception
Imperceptible leaps
Or quantum jumps
That rip the fabric of space-time
Before it seals up again
Growing into it's new skin.

I wonder what I'm doing here
Besides waiting.
Like being on leave,
And the front line can't
Be found on any map.
I am writing this
Because I am here.
For no reason more
Than to procrastinate.
Because that is my job.
If anyone reads this
He or she may say:
"I am here,
And he was there."
It could be a point
To measure existence from.
The success of an inaudible
Desire,
Implanted centuries ago.
Lost sight of over
Time.
Maybe this is that
Desire,
Unfolding
With every word,
As painful as they are.

This is a Beginning

The darkest corners
Get pushed further away
As the room grows bigger,
Yet they are still there,
And they are growing as well.
Is there not blood on the hand
Which will not exhume the corpse
To find the answers,
For fear the murderer is yourself?
There are reasons why we are taught
Not to ask these questions.
It is not because the questions are unanswerable
But because the truth is too horrific to reveal.
So I ask you
"Should we coast through the program with what we were given,
Without asking how it was obtained?"
Or should we pass down the question
To our children.
This dire inheritance
Growing with each generation.

the Path

Beyond all knowledge of truth,
Is the inquiring mind,
Which knows all knowledge
Comes from only this.

A path may lead to a hidden grove within the wood,
But the traveler has learned nothing
Unless he has considered the path
And the woods surrounding.

In the grove he can contemplate the wood
And the path he has taken.
But to talk of only the grove
Is to wreck the path
And invite none to follow.

Mimicry

We are all mirrors,
So the cosmos
can see itself
Moving,
Like the wind,
It's purpose
To compel
The dancer.
What else is this undulation
Of the self?
We are here to tend this beast,
To communicate,
To connect,
To hold this
All together.

Asking Questions

I find it very interesting that I make all this weird art, but people don't ask questions. I'm not sure if it's because people aren't curious, they don't want to intrude, they think their questions would sound stupid, or they just understand it completely and no questions need to be asked. Maybe it's because in our culture we are taught not to ask questions. But then how do we learn? Well I'm asking questions because I don't get it at all. I don't want to assume anything. Because hey, what do I know, I'm just the artist. I want you to know artists love it when you ask questions.

The State...

There are no words to explain this state, because words will always fall short of explaining the experience. Just like anything else it has to be experienced in order to be understood. I will attempt to explain features which I think may be common to this state.
We lose our sense of continuity and each moment becomes a rebirth, where we know everything and nothing. This is an understanding of existence at its most fundamental level. The conscious mind has dissolved to leave the skeleton of awareness, the unconscious. In this state the wellsprings of the collective unconscious arise to grant us with wisdom, which is beyond our time and knowledge. We experience an anachronistic form of consciousness, which may have been the predecessor of our consciousness, or a future incarnation, a glimpse of what consciousness will become. The concept of time as we know it becomes irrelevant because we recognize time as a construct, a ruler for the fourth dimension. Because our neurons are firing so rapidly our perceptual time is moving faster than ordinary time. We become time travelers. We begin to see what we know and feel what we see. The nature of existence becomes as clear as the air we breath, and the dream of this intersubjective reality becomes evident. In this state we become all powerful, but unified with the concept of the good, God or spirit. We understand our calling, what it is we are here for, and we receive a blessing. We see through the illusion of social norms and some appear ridiculous as they act out their petty social roles, others act in true accord with their feelings. It's as foreign as if we had gone back in time two hundred years and attempted to fit in. We understand the paradox of existence. We see the infinite, we become it, it becomes us. We are unbounded by our bodies and unite with everything as eternal oneness. These things are not just known, and not just felt, they become us and we become them.

10/5/2009

11:47pm

Sometimes I forget where I am,
So I open the map
And make all the boundaries disappear,
All the man made distinctions
Between here and there.
I look at the land,
The ocean,
Dark green forests,
Blue creeping rivers,
Cities, towns.
I see from an eye far above,
Looking down,
And I am here
Watching myself watch,
Breathing this particular air
Infused with the salt of the sea,
Hearing the wind crackle through the leaves.
Who was here before?
Whose land was this before
Land was owned and divided
Severed from the earth?

I think I remember.

Strive

Human instinct is not just to survive but to strive. Early humans would have had to fight for survival, searching for food and shelter, and to avoid predators. Most modern humans have these needs met, yet they continue to strive, whether it be for wealth, power or information. This instinct is insatiable because it is programmed into our biology. Our contemporary society exploits this instinct by presenting commodities as a solution to our desire to strive. This makes sure that the wealthy stay wealthy so they can continue to strive for more commodities. It also ensures that those in power stay in power because the masses are placated in their striving for material wealth. The only way to break this cycle is to accept our nature and replace the unhealthy urges for power, pleasure, and material wealth, with information, connection, and agency. These things are unlimited and readily attainable. Another component of our striving is physical, therefore action must be taken. Action in the form of exercise whether directive or non directive helps to satiate our physical instincts.
I am writing this just to satisfy my desire to strive. I am taking agency by connecting with others through this information and I hope to inspire others to do the same. To strive while only helping others and not negatively influencing the environment is a delicate art. The hierarchical nature of any business usually relies on some aspect which involves the oppression of some individuals. People often say that they are "happy" or "don't mind" but if a person is not aware of his or her oppression it makes you more accountable for it. Oppression is such a common occurrence that no one pays any attention to it. Our entire economy is based on hierarchy and oppression, and our only way out of this, is for each individual to stand up against it, or at least not participate in it. I have found it very difficult to find a paying job that does not have some aspect of oppression in it and therefore I am not getting paid for my work. I will not participate in a system which is oppressive in nature unless I have the chance to change that system. I implore you to do the same. It is possible to strive while benefiting humanity and if you get to eat too then you're in luck.

A Religious Experience

Religion has been mapping the brain since consciousness evolved, and creating it's nature as it was being mapped. To say that religious experience is nothing more than brain chemistry is to present the obvious fallacy that there is something that is not brain chemistry. For everything we know of the external world is brain chemistry. Therefore religious experience is as "real" as anything else. What makes it seem unreal while other things seem "real" and external is the question we should be asking. Even the process of being able to ask these questions is as phenomenal as any religious experience. It just seems commonplace because we take normal existence for granted. Did our process of attempting to explain reality shape the brain as we know it, or was the brain formed and then we decided to ask such questions? I believe the answer is the former and this is why many of us have a sense of God or spirituality. We are aware of the order which we have evolved from and explain that order as God or spirit.